Musing

A few things I’ve been thinking about, meaning to write more about, but haven’t gotten around to devoting significant time to think/write about.

My reactions to external circumstances show me, barometrically, my internal state.

A list of things I crave.

Thirty minutes of meditation, described.

I want something. And something I don’t.

No amount of companionship touches it. It’s not a lack; it’s a disability.

We don’t have a painkiller problem. We have a pain problem.

Until very recently, I just didn’t understand what it meant when someone described an ass as “heart-shaped.”

I love being touched. Unless you touch me wrong. In which case, I hate it.

If you want to suck my cock, I think it’s fair to say that, at least for the moment, you may do so.